Fields Of Dust

America feeds the gangsters of the world.

Fields Of Dust

Just outside an open hut in Ethiopia
Fields of dust gather for the harvest

A lunar land with rocks and craters
With souls piled up in graves 
Stay just as quiet with the people
Who have so much in common with the land

A golden sun will come to comfort them
To cover them in blankets of the earth
In Ethiopia just outside the hut
There are no windows made of glass

People are not working on a tan
Or Lying about on blankets in the sand

It is an idle curiosity for Americans 
To watch a population grow to zero 
With so much attention given to the gangs
To details, to rocks, to fields of dust
In God we trust and with Him gangsters

Author's Note

There is no oversight to food and medical aid distribution. American foreign aid ends up in the hands of the gangsters, bandits and people with guns and power. Governments worldwide have failed to protect ordinary people. What is wrong with this picture?